I tend to imagine Charlotte Mason as a prim matron, no-nonsense, gentle yet stern, musn't dirty your clothes sort. Which is ludicrous, because Miss Mason was an advocate of play in childhood, of children living life mostly out of doors. And although living books, under a CM form of education, are the feasts upon which we should be daily supping, a person's gotta have a bite of chocolate now and then. Or even a fresh donut.
So while it's not McGuffy's Eclectic Reader, I believe Charlotte would have smiled at Pippi's latest reading lesson.
I know I did.
And you should have heard Pippi laughing. It was the sort of laughter born of total comprehension.